I do less care about people and their sentiments
Wait, keep your thoughts slow
No, draw thy rod of judgement slowly
Don’t misinterpret my reason for this assertion
Honestly, I do hold my personal but undisclosed reasons for this
Let me roll my tongue of a linguist to your flying ears
One thing I have realised within my inner most self is
while I less care about people in a normal free range matters
However, whenever the elephant grass roofings of my hut gets the bath
of the drops of the rains my thoughts do sway me into showing some
kind of concern for others
I mean the dejected one behind my next door whom I call a Soul Neighbour
My personal attributation is like that of an ancestral land calling
out names from the ‘Book of Ghost’
My fear therein is that perhaps in the course of the rains these
people might hear their names being called for an ancestral ceremonial
feast
The foremost thing I have always maintained is
to remain unalloyed in faith and hope
In anticipation that the names of those I do hate nor cherish would
not be on the list of ancestral land call-ups
Deep within my heart I do not doubt my selfless appeal and
supplication for all mankind to remain as old as the Stones of the
Great Walls of China
But with the exhaustiveness of time and longivity
I deem ‘Odomankoma’ the ever life-giver
The honour to let the oracles of my fears shrek in it hallowness
for a journey lieth in the deep dark.
BY?Nana Arhin Tsiwah
